Andre Beverley sat at his desk organizing his paperwork. It was the first day of school at Bentley High and he was the art history teacher at this school for the third year. He reviewed the files on his students. He knew it would be a great class since he taught an elective course and only those who are totally interested in art and the history of art would be in his class, making his life easier. He walked over to his teachers closet and looked in the mirror. His light brown skin was smooth and shaved clean; his hair was clean and shiny but not greasy looking. He was an all around handsome 30-year-old slim black man. He smiled to see if his teeth were clean enough and he could see the glint of gold in his eyes the so-called 'fire' that his family members always talked about. He heard someone's footsteps entering his classroom.
"Good morning Mr. Beverley I hope you had a good summer." It was the voice of Ms. Turnbull the 80 year old vice principal. She shuffled in with an extra student file.
"My summer was good. What do you have there for me, another student?" He glanced at the named it read JELEANE GERMAN. Ms. Turnbull smiled at him as he realized who his new student was. "You can't be serious. She's not into art history. Why Ms. Turnbull?"
"Well Andre, there are a lot of things in this world no one wants to do, Jeleane German never picked her elective on time and all the other electives are full. She gives you any trouble just fail her or threaten to fail her. I must warn you though threats don't work with her." Ms. Turnbull left the classroom before Mr. Beverley had a chance to respond he looked at Jeleane's file to see what period she had him.
'Thank god he said to himself first period she will get here and get this over with' The first period bell rung and Mr. Beverley watched as his students eagerly pored into his classroom some were past students others he was familiar with since they would come up to him in the hallways of school and ask him when can they take his class but none of them were Jeleane. He began to think that maybe she decided to skip the first day. 15 minutes into the class after introductions were made he had begun his first lesson of the year but suddenly heard footsteps in the hallway. Jeleane slowly strolled into the classroom she was waving hi to he friends and 'fans'. She was dressed in what seemed like a catholic schoolgirl outfit. She wore a white button down shirt with a fire engine red plaid skirt, white knee socks and 2-inch Mary Janes. She still had the same curves but more toned. Her 18-year-old figure was tight and very appealing to the eyes, with her being so petite at 4'11" and 115 pounds. Mr. Beverley felt a slight hardness in his dick but he ignored it since he separated female students from actual women.
She rolled her eyes at Mr. Beverley as she walked in "Good morning Ms. German nice of you to grace us with your presence." Jeleane sat in the seat that was furthest in the back and close to the window
"At least one of us is happy to be here" she replied. Mr. Beverley continued the class and watched as everyone took notes and paid attention except Jeleane who seemed to be daydreaming about being outside. He decided to ask her a simple question just to see if she was listening if she wasn't she would be embarrassed which would be entertaining to him and if she was it would so that she might care a little about art.
"Ms. German?" Jeleane turned toward him while rolling her eyes "Ms. German was Picasso's blue period literal?" Jeleane smiled, "It seems like you're trying to see how stupid I am Mr. Beverley, of course it was literal duh I may not be interested in art but I do know a thing or two about it."
Mr. Beverley was pleased that she knew her stuff but did not like the disrespect he knew he would have to put his foot down today in order for the semester to go smoothly. "Ms. German at the end of the day I want you to come to my office" Jeleane rolled her eyes and sucked her teeth "This is some bullshit" she exclaimed. With that the end of period bell rang and everyone left the class to continue their day.
Mr. Beverley started to prepare a little speech for Jeleane so that she would know he meant business. The school day ended quickly students were at their lockers ready to go before the end of day bell even rang. Mr. Beverley sat in his office reviewing Jeleane's file. Flashes of her in her outfit crossed his mind making his cock spasm from soft to hard to soft. She was so fiery, but he knew she was brilliant and could be a good student if she applied herself. It was now 3:15pm Mr. Beverley heard the familiar footsteps of his reluctant student. A knock on the door came and before he could say come in Jeleane already turned the knob and came in. She threw her stuff on his couch and sat in the chair in front of Mr. Beverley's desk. She watched him shuffle papers around and once he stopped he cleared his throat and looked her right in the eyes.
"What can I do for you Mr. Beverley? Why did you call me here?" Mr. Beverley got up and walked around his desk and sat on top of it. He had already taken off his shirt before she came in and was in a t-shirt that matched his dark blue jeans. To Jeleane he looked like a regular guy now instead of the pain in the ass teacher she would have to deal with for the rest of the year.
"Jeleane I want this year to go smoothly and I also want you to pass with flying colors so how about you drop the attitude when you come to my class and everyone will be happy"
